"I.."
Beep, beep, beep.
Before he could breath another word, the phone's already clicked, and the phone went dead.
"Bye..", he whispered, softly. Hesistantly. Even though he was the only one who could hear himself speak.
The steady beat of rhythm seemed to match the sound of his heart pounding in his ears. He stared upwards, at the wall, took a deep breath, and let it go. He needed someone, someone that could see what he is being put through now. He felt like he was being placed under the wheels of a giant bulldozer, or in the heat of some furious struggle with a deadly boa constrictor, squeezing the life out of him.
Beep, beep, beep.
The phone offered little, or almost no condolences.
Then, it struck him. He hadn't paid his old friend a visit for some time now.
Maybe tonight, he might just do so.
Beep, beep, beep.
Curling up alone in bed, his mind was all about her. The sounds of his surroundings hit him, the ticking of the clock, the spinning whirls of the ceiling fan outside, the gentle pitter-patter of rain droplets against his windows. As these sounds slowly swirled into one harmonious symphony, he sneaked off silently into a world only he holds the key to. Soon, only the sound of peaceful breathing filled the room.
The rain continues to fall outside.
posted by cigarettelove @ 12:57 AM
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